I think the worst rumour that I ever heard about was back when I was in the TCC, and I heard in my first year from another girl that I was a snob. shrug
I must be seriously boring.
The bartender at the now-defunct bar in Texarkana told people I was not gay. That doesn’t help your dating life.
That my mother tried to kill my father, and was currently in the loony bin. Actually this was true, but no one would’ve known if my nephew (same age) hadn’t told everyone. For some reason they chose to overlook the fact, that she was his grandmother. I always wished I’d been bold enough to tell everybody about the weird things he did with my feet when we were kids. :o
I still hate him for it. The rumor, not the feet thing.
For reasons that escape me to this day, a guy in high school started the rumor that he caught me jacking off in the bathroom. Imagine having to deny that. For the record, no, I didn’t. If you could smell that bathroom, you’d know why…
I was known as “cocksucker” in high school. I was a freshman and senior guys I’d never even seen before would pass by and say “hey, there’s that cocksucker girl.” It’s so wierd, because I was this nice quiet girl who had never even kissed a boy before, but someone wrote it on my binder, and it stuck. People would come up to me in the middle of class (at my school, when you were a freshman, blowjobs were still :eek: ) and ask if I liked to suck dick and how I did it and when I’d get embarrassed and say I honestly didn’t know, they would call me a liar. Hmmm, bizarre.
High school kids can be such savages.
Not sure how to take that one…but funny none the less.
Mine is work related. Guilt by association. During a quarterly meeting a bunch of people from my company harassed the bar staff so they wouldn’t shut the bar down (our company occupied 3/4’s of this particular resort).
They tried to discipline me when I got back from the trip a week later for being in ‘the mob’. I tried to explain I was in m room asleep the whole time. Fortunately I had a room mate to back up my story.
Man. Sucky reputation obviously!
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And the hell of it is, I bet none of them realized that they had recreated Nazi Germany.
In High School, some people called me Batman.
Grade school, rumors were that my D cups were due to tissue stuffing. This was horrible and really hurt. I don’t like being accused of being a liar in any way.
In junior high, there were many many rumors that I was pregnant. Since I was not, I was not having sex, or even making out with anyone, these rumors were followed up by rumors that I had abortions. This was actually not as bad a the stuffing rumor. The rumor that hurt the most was that one of my classmates had raped me in grade school. That was true. I was taunted about this often and publicly. That was devastating. It became difficult to function at all. In the world of junior high, me being raped in third grade spoke volumes of horrible things about me, gave him a certain cache, and apparently was funny as hell.
Highschool, moved to new school system, rumor was that I was a witch. Not that I was a pagan or wiccan, which still was not true, but that I believed that I had magic powers and was going about hexing people, and it worked more than once. I was shunned. People were mean to me and some acted afraid. I hated it. This followed to my summer job and was horrible.
College, I was cheating on my husband with this bearded guy that I hung out with at school. People were very nasty about this to my face. The bearded guy was my husband. This was moderately hurtful personally.
Last year of college. I was poor during college. This was well known, not from me whining about it, but from be speaking up during debates about the reality of poverty. The week I graduated, my husband, who had move 8 weeks earlier to chicagoland to start a real job, came back and helped me pack up and move. The real job allowed us to buy a car and just live decently. The rumor started that I had lied about being poor to get financial aid and had even borrowed large sums from faculty(not true at all!) and now suddenly had a fancy car. It was a new saturn. People were extremely nasty to my face about this. It stole a lot of the joy out of an otherwise wonderful time.
What do you mean? Do you think I’m kidding? I’m not. It’s true.
The rumor was started by a dumbass guy who hung around with some of my more casual friends. In high school, I had very long hair, wore no makeup, and mostly wore dark-colored clothing. I didn’t smoke or drink or go to the usual parties or school dances. I didn’t date. I was also shy and quiet and got the best grades in my class.
He didn’t really know what “Amish” meant. I’m pretty sure he had “Amish” confused with “Mennonite.” Anyway, he saw me as a total square and concluded that the only possible reason someone could be that boring was if they were a member of some “weird” religion. He hardly knew me. Like I said, he was a dumbass. The truth was, I was not religious and was just a nerd who went to nerd parties and did nerdy things. People who know me know I’m not at all uptight–in fact, I have a rather naughty sense of humor.
Anyway, this guy was a notorious bigmouth. Pretty soon, everyone in my class who didn’t know me well (about 250 people) and some teachers “knew” I was “Amish.”
He finally told a mutual friend his theory, and she literally rolled on the floor laughing. But he wouldn’t believe her when she told him I was actually an atheist with a dirty mind who just happened to be smart and quiet.
He finally believed it when I told him to his face that I thought he was a “fucking cocksucker” for starting the rumor. (I was mostly kidding.) But it persisted for the rest of my time in high school.
Not really damaging, but I don’t have any damaging ones.
This wasn’t damaging. But I still don’t understand how such a strange rumor started or why people believed it. One semester in college, I took ceramics. The required course materials including a sponge, various sculpting tools, and a big plastic bucket. The teacher told us that we should never leave our tools in the studio-people would borrow them and forget to return them, or borrow them and break them etc. It was a small campus, and I had a lot of time between classes. I worked in the ceramics studio most days. It was not a residential campus, and I didn’t have a car. So, I carried the bucket full of tools around with me.
The rumor was, that I would wander around campus looking for dead birds, dead squirells, or other animals. When I found one, I would put it in the bucket. The rumor was unclear on wheter I dissected them, stuffed them, ate them, or did something else. Over the course of the semester, several people screwed up their courage and asked what I had in the bucket. That’s how I heard of the rumor.
Yes, I was a strange guy. Yes, I had some strange friends (The man who would woof in greeting and believed himself to be a werewolf comes to mind. Once you got past that, heck of a nice guy.). But, just looking at the bucket would show it was covered with the same dust that was all over the ceramics studio. Looking in the bucket would reveal various plastic toys (used as texture stamps) and a bunch of ceramics tools.
Maybe because some art students really do this.
One of my best friends was an art student in ceramics and sculpture. One of her best pieces includes a mummified cat that she found. Other pieces include animal hearts and skeletons. She usually finds this stuff by going out and looking around…with a bucket in hand.
Rumors…
I was (still am) a shy person who stuck to herself and never got into anybody’s business.
- Well, I remember that in middle school, I was on the playground sitting by myself and drawing. It seems an ant crawled into my hair while I was busy sketching Goku, and when the bell rang, I went back inside.
Someone had seen the ant in my hair, and thought it was a louse. I KNEW it was an ant and tried to explain it, but they kept chanting “LICE GIRL! LICE GIRL!” over and over. I remember running to the bathroom and crying for about an hour. Fucking teacher didn’t even bother to check on me.
2. Someone had started the rumor that I was gay and had seen me kissing my best friend (at the time).
This one is more painful to say, but I have to tell someone, even a messageboard.
- In the seventh grade, some boy had tried to rape me, He then stuck his hand down my shirt and felt my breast. He later spread the rumor that I wanted to do it. The police were involved.
The second worst part? I couldn’t get out of the school, and had to go back for eighth grade. Everybody disliked me even more than they previously did, while the boy remained popular, and I was called “slut” and “whore” the entire year. And everybody made HIM out to be the innocent one, because I had told the police and “got him in trouble”.
I became even more depressed than I had been before and attempted suicide.
God, I fucking hate people… I’ve lost faith in everyone.
Nnngh… this thread, combined with the other one, just make me want to crawl into a hole and DIE. Gack.
Nasty humans.
That I had breast implants. Yes, I was the only girl in grade six, then seven, then eight, then nine, then ten who had what you could call “breasts”, but for the love of Og, it bothered me. I was so far from comfortable with these new things, and I stood out like a sore thumb, PLUS people were saying they were fake. Ferchrist’sake, I’ve been stuck with these things since I was 10, how stupid is it to even imply they were fake? I know it’s dumb, but it still really bothers me.
Much much worse was when someone started the rumour I was sleeping with a teacher. I was in grade 10, it seemed everyone else was an immature moron, and this guy was nice, seemed really mature, and had stuff in common with me. The class was easy for me so I aced every test, he’d always call on me for answers, and I’d often hang out after school in his classroom and talk. I guess I kind of brought it on myself or something, but this rumour took hold and would not let go. I still run into people who think it was true.
Man, looking at all these responses… did anyone actually enjoy high school? I certainly sucked for me.
I’ve run into two rumors spread about me. The first was at my first real, full-time job, and I didn’t hear about it until years after I’d left. That rumor was that I would give head to men down in the company parking lot. :rolleyes: The second happened after that job, but went around in the circle of friends that I’d kept after I’d left the job. I had a friend who had asked me more than once if I would had sex with him. I kept turning him down because a) he had a girlfriend, and b) I wasn’t attracted to him. That didn’t seem to matter at all, because he let his girlfriend think we were sleeping together, and she went around and told all of our mutual friends that I was. When the rumor hit one particular friend, her response was “I don’t think so. Phouka’s got better taste than that.” Not surprisingly, she’s the only friend of that group that I’m still in touch with.
**IT **certainly sucked for me. Man, I’m going to start even more rumours at this rate.
The only thing I’m aware of was in a job I had in the early 80’s. My cow-orkers apparently thought I was gay.
Why? Because they never saw me with a woman.
I told one cow-orker, “Well, you’ve never seen me take a shit, either, so what’s your point?”
That ended that discussion.
I wish I knew what the rumor was, but in my early twenties, I had a small circle of friends and one day all of them started to avoid me like the plague, plus a few gave me some attitude and to be honest, I racked my brain back then and could not recall once having done anything! Didn’t owe anybody money, certainly didn’t steal from them, never spread a rumor about them, I bathed regularly. Nothing. I have no idea what turned them all against me, all at once, and I couldn’t get a single one to admit something had happened.
Never did find out, and pretty much lost constact with them a few years later when I moved to Europe. It was the strangest thing though…